The Story About How I Found Out My Biological Dad Smoked Weed.
Backstory: My mom and dad were separated and lived in separate houses. On the weekends, my little brother and I would have visitations with him. That ended when he passed away. I was seven years old when he passed. When I was fifteen, my mother went outside and yelled, “Damn, it smells like weed out here!” Talking about the neighbors burning leaves. Curious, because I heard kids talking about it at school, I went outside and took a big whiff. Immediately I recognized the smell. I asked my mom if dad used to smoke weed. Her eyes opened really wide and she said yes in a hesitant tone. She looked at me confused so I continued by saying this is what dad smelt like. She was shocked because I haven’t smelt that since I was seven years old.
